How much do you remember about the bizarre events of your childhood?

<> event 1: When I was a child, my family lived in the two-story self-built tile house left by my grandfather, because there were many people in the family, and there were many things. It was just above the closet, and occasionally my mom would show us which one we had taken when we were a big man.

However, then we moved, and the album was gone. At that time, none of us could understand it, because we were packing everything according to our personal things, and there was such an important thing above the closet, but it was gone, and the house was empty, but there was nothing left, but there was no photo album.

My mother later said that this album had my grandmother, grandfather, etc., maybe because of their departure, they also took that album with them. I've always thought it was strange how a dead man took the album, and now I think my mother's explanation is not reliable at all.

Event 2: Many people should have heard the story of Liang Zhu's butterfly, but I have always wondered if people can really incarnate as an animal and appear next to people close to you when they die. When I was a child, every time I wanted to flutter butterflies, my mother would say that those butterflies were all incarnations, and told me not to offend those immortals.

When he was young, his mother said whatever he wanted, so he didn't dare to flutter butterflies casually, and he took a detour when he saw butterflies.

About a month after my grandmother left, there was a grasshopper on my mother's mosquito net, and my mother said that it was my grandmother's incarnation, and then my mother said a few words to the grasshopper, and the grasshopper disappeared in an instant. If it really doesn't go to the window or door first, it disappears into thin air, which is probably the last event I've ever seen that I can't explain with science.

Event 3: There is a mango tree on my primary school campus, and my mother said that the mango tree should be hundreds of years old, because the school used to be an ancestral hall, and later changed to a school, but the mango tree existed in the era of the ancestral hall. Anyway, it always blooms every year but never bears fruit, and we just treat it as an old tree and play under the shade.

But in my fourth grade year, the mango tree actually magically blossomed and fruited, this should be regarded as the first fruit of this tree, the tree is very tall, we have no way to pick the fruit, we wait for the wind and rain before the fruit is blown off, we go to pick it up and give it to the class teacher, and then cut it for the whole class to eat. After that year, the tree ceased to grow leaves and flowers, and strangely enough the trunk did not dry up.

I have always felt amazing about this strange existence of this tree, but three years ago, the school demolished it, and the tree was also shoveled by an excavator.

When I was a child, there was a grasshopper in the house, and my parents said that it was a dead old man who came home and should not touch it. I got married on New Year's Day, and it was a very cold season on New Year's Day in Dazhou, and there was a grasshopper on that day. The next year, on the night of my son's birth, a large grasshopper came and screamed on the mosquito net for three days in a row, and finally disappeared.

In 2008, I built a new house, and in May, the house was completed and I moved in (we have to choose a good day to move to live there), and there were five on the night. Six grasshoppers sing on the wall of the new house. At dawn the next day, I looked for another grasshopper and found no more, and I didn't see it again.

It can't be explained by science, they all came at the right time.

I grew up living in the countryside, and the daily pleasure was to run around and visit other people's homes. There is a small col not far from my house planted some bamboo, and there are many trees, there are three families below, I only remember one time I was playing a little dark and was ready to go home, and I saw a black person who was taller than bamboo in the bamboo, so frightened that I quickly ran home and told my grandparents about ......They said, "I see if you dare to run around in the future!" This one is so impressive.

When I was a child, I looked up at the sky during the day, saw the blue planet, saw people flying smoothly into the mountains behind my house without the help of external objects, and saw long black shadows swimming in the reservoir.

When I was a child, I went to steal melons and see that there was no one in the melon hut, but the kerosene lamp in the house suddenly turned on and went out.

When I was a child, I felt that my two legs could change positions, and I twisted my legs at every turn.

When** writes.

Story one. When I was in elementary school, it was almost twelve o'clock, I couldn't sleep, and then my mother was doing accounts in front of the computer, and suddenly there was a knock on the door (knocking on the bedroom door) and then my mother opened the door of the room, and there was no one (at that time it was a room for me and my mother, and my grandparents were in a room), I didn't think so, and then my mother closed the door and continued to do the accounts, and then there was a second knock on the door "knock knock", my mother opened the door and there was still no one, at this time I was already a little scared, My mother thought that my grandmother went to the toilet in the middle of the night and knocked twice on the door of the room to see if we were asleep, so she ran to their room angrily and questioned her, but what she got was that she never woke up. Then I asked my grandfather again, and my grandfather didn't know what was going on.

By this time, I was already in a cold sweat and my eyes were closed. My mom went back to her room and closed the door. Then I heard the third sound, it was a strong knock on the door, the door was slammed very loud, I almost thought the door was going to be knocked open, but my mother sat in front of the computer and didn't move, and then I heard the sound of the mop hitting the coffee table, the glass on the coffee table crackled and collided, the movement in the living room was about to turn the sky, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep, I thought my mother was too scared to dare to open the door.

And then there was no movement for a while. I spent the night trembling. (Actually, my mom didn't open the door because she didn't hear the third movement at all, which I found out when I talked to her again about the incident after I was in high school, and I asked her at the time, do you believe in ghosts?)

She said, "I didn't believe it before, but I've believed it since I got married."

It happened when I was 7 years old, my family lived in an urban village, and our yard at that time was shaped like a straight runway, and there were empty houses on the left and right. Walking to the innermost part of the yard is an old house, which is also the main house.

One night, my mother was washing clothes in the old house, which is the innermost room, and asked me to help, so I ran to the main house in the back, and looked at the windows of the houses on both sides as I ran, and when I was about to reach one of the main houses, I saw an old woman in the glass of a house, this old woman was wearing a purple vest, her hair and hairstyle were similar to Liu Hulan's, and she also wore an old-fashioned headband on her head. He stood in front of the window and stared at me. I was so frightened that I ran to the backyard.

Tell my mom what happened. My mother asked the next-door neighbor the next day, and it turned out that the owner of the house and his mother usually dressed up like this. His mother has been dead for many years in this house.

Then there was a fire in the main house of this house, and we moved out.

When I was about four years old, the kindergarten teacher emphasized all day long that I should honor my parents and help my parents do the little things they could. One day, the opportunity finally came, and my parents cooked for lunch. One stir-fry, the other didn't know what to do, and then the stir-fry one didn't know what to do.

So I was alone in the house, and the fire was not extinguished, and the food was burning. I took my beloved little shovel, what kind of shovel was it, a shovel with ash shovel, but it was a little bit better, and I liked it very much, and often took it out to do some digging pits, filling in dirt and so on. At that time, I was standing there in the pot, and I remember very clearly, it was not as high as the stove, and I couldn't see the vegetables in the pot, so I took a shovel and fried it in the pot like my mother.

Haha, when I heard the footsteps, Jane quickly put away the shovel as if nothing had happened. At that time, I thought like this: do good deeds, you don't have to be praised by your parents, just do it silently.

As you can imagine, I couldn't eat the food at noon that day, and I was still waiting for my parents' praise. The most important thing is that my father didn't beat me because of this, when he knew everything, he just said that he should use a stir-fry shovel to stop Hui for stir-frying, and my shovel was too dirty.

I really don't dare to talk nonsense about this strange thing or experience, because even the ghost press doesn't seem to be a strange thing. There are also people who say that I have a good reputation for being soft, and when I was young, I would always be scared when I had a fever or something, so I should have been scared or frightened, and I don't think there is anything unusual. But just now my mother said that when I was a child, someone in the yard was pregnant or something, so I always loved to ask me if it was a boy or a girl in my belly.

When I was a child, I was five or six years old, and one summer vacation, there was a small river in our hometown that flooded and washed away the small bridge that crossed the river! My cousin and I carried a lot of vegetables in our school bags, and we walked along the riverbed to my cousin's house. (My family lives in the suburbs of the city, their own family grows a lot of vegetables, my two cousins and a cousin they live in the countryside, take me to their house to play and bring some vegetables back to eat) walking, see a piece of more than ten centimeters thick, about half a meter long oval stone, feel very curious, with pebbles to strike, this strange stone will also make a crisp sound like blowing the old Yuan's head...The four of them guessed, looked at each other with eight eyes, and unanimously agreed that they had picked up a treasure!

The vegetables were thrown away, and they quickly smashed it into several pieces, hugged a piece of it, walked more than ten miles happily, and ran back to their cousin's house (when I was a child, I basically walked, and there was no car to sit on), and then offered treasures....And then....We were beaten up.

When I was a child, my family lived in the countryside, and they all used a big pot to cook, and my mother suddenly had an urgent matter to go out, and it was time to make dinner, so my mother asked me to go to the kitchen to boil water and wait for her to come back to cook, I didn't agree, I kept talking to her, she was angry and hit me, and I cried there, saying that I just don't boil water, why don't you let my brother burn, and let me or something. In the end, my mother was very angry and left, I sat at the door and cried in the morning, crying tired, I thought that if I went to boil water, when I came back, my mother would definitely praise me, so I went to the fart, burned for a long time, or did not see the water boiling, and then it was dark, my mother came back, and saw that I was boiling water in the kitchen, at this time my heart was beautiful. It wasn't until my mother lifted the pot that I found that there was no water in the pot, I thought I had boiled it dry, but it turned out that my mother thought I wouldn't boil it, so she didn't add water to the pot at all, and later, I was beaten again.

Now that I think about it, I was really stupid at that time.

When I was a kid, I was funny, and I often did things that were stupid in retrospect. For example, if you cut an eraser into minced pieces and mix them with the pencil ends, tell other children that you can make an eraser by adding water. Then put the paper in the water, soaked the thick belt and brushed it with a brush, hoping to make a very thin transparent paper, and took the pendulum of the old alarm clock at home to study, why this thing swings from side to side, and it can never be installed back after it is finished.

What happened when I was about 5 years old, now that I think about it, I either had a brain in the water or I didn't have a brain. In our place, there is a fruit that grows on a tree with an orange, and its name is soft daozi. In autumn, the fruit is about the size of a golden silk jujube, and it needs to be tanned in the sun before it can be eaten.

If you don't tan it, the fruit will be yellow and will be very astringent in your mouth. In my childhood, before going to school, every autumn, especially after October, we would go to the ridge on the east side of the village to pick soft dao seeds to eat, and there was a row of soft dao trees on the east ridge, almost seventy or eighty of them. Soft dao is a wild fruit, adults are not willing to eat, only occasionally come to herd sheep filial piety key, on the slope has nothing to do, will pick a few to eat.

Today's kids love playgrounds, and back then I loved soft daozi woods.

The most bizarre thing is that the suspect is carrying matches and cannons in his pocket, looking for all kinds of feces all over the village, and blowing them up. About a few friends from home, one person with a few boxes of matchsticks, one by one is like a fiery eye, all over the world looking for filial piety feces, point one and plug it in, a few seconds later, a boom flew all over the sky, everyone began to laugh, after eliminating a bunch of immediately set off to find the next target, just like a year from the little fart to junior high school, and then stopped playing, now 30-year-old I want to know that the manuscript is still very nostalgic, although it is very strange.

My family is rural, when I was a child in the countryside did a lot of slow search strange things, people say seven or eight years old ten thousand idle, in fact, it is really like that, remember the most annoying thing is to fall behind the wall of other people's houses, I don't know if you have played, is to use mud reunion and then dig a hole in the middle, stand far away from the wall, throw it hard to see who in the end of the wow wow stay on the wall for a long time is considered victory, when I was a child, there was no other toy, is to play with mud, this is the longest play, just because of the disturbance of the hidden calendar for this, Not less chased by neighbors, or looking for parents, is now back to see people and feel embarrassed, think about that time is really too hateful, at noon when people rest, several children fell on the wall, people couldn't help but find out, we ran away, and when the neighbor went back and came back to fall, the neighbor was angry, when I went back, I saw the neighbor shouted to the neighbor to say this, and I will tell my mother, I am so embarrassed! Now when I think about it, I feel very hateful at the time, haha, but I also left a lot of good memories!